Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 88
RV 1 88.1
आ विद्युन्मद्भिर् मरुतः स्वर्कै रथेभिर् यात ऋष्टिमद्भिर् अश्वपर्णैः । आ वर्षिष्ठया न इषा वयो न पप्तता सुमायाः
ā vidyunmadbhir marutaḥ svarkai rathebhir yāta ṛṣṭimadbhir aśvaparṇaiḥ | ā varṣiṣṭhayā na iṣā vayo na paptatā sumāyāḥ
Come, O Maruts, with your lightning-bearing chariots, well-chanting, spear-bearing, horse-winged; fly here to us with most abundant refreshment, like birds, you of good devices.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
COME hither, Maruts, on your lightning laden cars, sounding with sweet songs, armed with lances, winged with steeds. Fly unto us with noblest food, like birds, O ye of mighty power.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 88.2
ते ऽरुणेभिर् वरम् आ पिशङ्गैः शुभे कꣳ यान्ति रथतूर्भिर् अश्वैः । रुक्मो न चित्रः स्वधितीवान् पव्या रथस्य जङ्घनन्त भूम
te 'ruṇebhir varam ā piśaṅgaiḥ śubhe kaṁ yānti rathatūrbhir aśvaiḥ | rukmo na citraḥ svadhitīvān pavyā rathasya jaṅghananta bhūma
They travel at will with ruddy, tawny horses that hasten the chariot, for splendour's sake. Bright like gold, axe-bearing, with the rim of the chariot they trample the ground.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
With their red-hued or, haply, tawny coursers which speed their chariots on, they come for glory. Brilliant like gold is he who holds the thunder. Earth have they smitten with the chariot's felly.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 88.3
श्रिये कꣳ वो अधि तनूषु वाशीर् मेधा वना न कृणवन्त ऊर्ध्वा । युष्मभ्यꣳ कम् मरुतः सुजातास् तुविद्युम्नासो धनयन्ते अद्रिम्
śriye kaṁ vo adhi tanūṣu vāśīr medhā vanā na kṛṇavanta ūrdhvā | yuṣmabhyaṁ kam marutaḥ sujātās tuvidyumnāso dhanayante adrim
For beauty's sake the blades upon your bodies — ... they raise them up erect like trees; for you, O well-born Maruts of great brilliance, they set the pressing-stone running.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
For beauty ye have swords upon your bodies. As they stir woods so may they stir our spirits. For your sake, O ye Maruts very mighty and well-born, have they set the stone, in motion.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 88.4
अहानि गृध्राः पर्य् आ व आगुर् इमाꣳ धियꣳ वार्कार्याꣳ च देवीम् । ब्रह्म कृण्वन्तो गोतमासो अर्कैर् ऊर्ध्वꣳ नुनुद्र उत्सधिम् पिबध्यै
ahāni gṛdhrāḥ pary ā va āgur imāṁ dhiyaṁ vārkāryāṁ ca devīm | brahma kṛṇvanto gotamāso arkair ūrdhvaṁ nunudra utsadhim pibadhyai
Like vultures, the days have come round to you, (to) this thought and to the divine Vārkāryā (song); making their prayer, the Gotamas with their chants have pushed the well's cover upward, to drink.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The days went round you and came back O yearners, back, to this prayer and to this solemn worship. The Gotamas making their prayer with singing have pushed the well's lid up to drink the water.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 88.5
एतत् त्यन् न योजनम् अचेति सस्वर् ह यन् मरुतो गोतमो वः । पश्यन् हिरण्यचक्रान् अयोदꣳष्ट्रान् विधावतो वराहून्
etat tyan na yojanam aceti sasvar ha yan maruto gotamo vaḥ | paśyan hiraṇyacakrān ayodaṁṣṭrān vidhāvato varāhūn
That famed journey (of yours) has been perceived, as it were — that which Gotama (made) for you in secret, O Maruts — seeing your gold-wheeled, iron-tusked, rushing boar-like ones.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
No hymn way ever known like this aforetime which Gotama sang forth for you, O Maruts, What time upon your golden wheels he saw you, wild boars rushing about with tusks of iron.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 88.6
एषा स्या वो मरुतो ऽनुभर्त्री प्रति ष्टोभति वाघतो न वाणी । अस्तोभयद् वृथासाम् अनु स्वधाꣳ गभस्त्योः
eṣā syā vo maruto 'nubhartrī prati ṣṭobhati vāghato na vāṇī | astobhayad vṛthāsām anu svadhāṁ gabhastyoḥ
This song of yours, O Maruts, upholding (you), answers back like the voice of a priest; it has made (praise) freely resound, following their own nature, in the two hands.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
To you this freshening draught of Soma rusheth, O Maruts, like the voice of one who prayeth. It rusheth freely from our hands as these. libations wont to flow.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)